Lets start with the literal start of the 12th of June….midnight.
I was out with sure friend, eating food, decided to do a bit of odd school video arcade, grab done ice cream from somewhere. All in all it went really well. Now, it was getting late, my knee was bugging me a bit, I was feeling lazy so i decided to take a cab. Trying to get a cab, in Seoul, between midnight and 1am is impossible. Spook the fuckers wasn’t is long-distance fares and they will ask you where you want to go before you get in the cab. Their doors are locked so you can’t even get in and then tell them. They will simply just drive away. This even happens to Koreans, so its not a foreigner thing.
So after years of complaining, the government finally opened up a hotline that you can call. Great…..except that when I called, they were closed and it was forwarded to a stand-by tourist hotline person who sounded like I just woke her up and chorus do nothing for me. So essentially the help line was useless when you needed it most. Thanks Korea.
Ok, so now what? I decide to call one of the cab companies. I got the number off one of the local cabs i know that drive around Seoul. Even withmy bad Korean, the lady knew where I was and where I wanted to go. I Hang up and wait. After 15 mins I get a text message that failed to translate worth a damn.
I forward this off to my Korean friend, where I was staying, as he was waiting for me. He tells me that the message said there are no taxis in my area. WTF? There are literally like thousands driving all over the place! Mostly ignoring everyone. Even saw the shady looking mini-van, unmarked, with a taxi “available” windshield light on.
Ok, now what are my options? I could just keep on trying…..find a motel to stay at….i certainly could not walk back to where I was staying. Then, out of the blue, one of the Seoul taxis speed in front of me to let some people out. Well, I wait and while doing so, this other Korean wasps up from the other direction thinking he’s going to grab it. HA! Fat chance buddy! I tell the driver my location and he says ok. Sweet! I give him and extra tip and was just fine paying $7 for that taxi ride.
Fast forward sleeping and the bulk of the next day and I get a message from the girl who is doing my tattoo that she can’t do the second part today. The reason? Her younger brother tried to commit suicide and she had to go to the hospital to be with her family. Wow.
Quite the day indeed!